Bond automatically slammed the brakes full on and braced all his sinews against the wheel to correct the inevitable sharp slew to the left, but he only kept control for a split second. As the rubber was flayed from his wheels and the rims for an instant tore up the tarmac, the heavy car whirled across the road in a tearing dry skid, slammed the left bank with a crash that knocked Bond out of the driving seat onto the floor and then, facing back up the road, it reared slowly up, its front wheels spinning and its great headlights searching the sky. For a split second, resting on the petrol tank, it seemed to paw at the heavens like a giant praying mantis. Then slowly it toppled over backwards and fell with a splintering crash of coachwork and glass.
Blofeld and his men only had to walk a few yards from their ambush.
“Put your guns away and get him out,” Blofeld ordered brusquely.
One of the men took hold of Bond’s shoulders. He was unconscious and immovable. Another man squeezed his way through the crumpled up window frame. He eased Bond’s legs, pinned between the steering wheel and the roof of the car. Then they inched him out the hole in the other side. The thin man felt Bond’s heart and then slapped his face hard on either side. Bond grunted and moved a hand.
“That’s enough,” said Blofeld. “Tie him up”
It was the sharp bite of the wire flex into his wrists that brought Bond to himself. He reflected on the efficiency of these people and the ingenuity of the equipment that they used. Had M underestimated their resourcefulness? He stifled a desire to place the blame on London. It was he who should have known. He who should have been warned by small signs and taken infinitely more precautions. He squirmed as he thought of himself washing down champagne while the enemy was busy preparing his counterstroke. He cursed himself and cursed the hubris which had made him so sure that the battle was won and the enemy in flight.
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We have been contacted by M. James Bond has been taken prisoner by Blofeld and his henchmen. Our mission is to find the wreckage of the Aston Martin and rescue James Bond. Here is what we know:
Bond was headed up SE Cougar Mountain Drive when he wrecked.
Satellite photos have shown evidence of an abandoned Military site nearby that might house Blofeld’s headquarters. Your Contact will be SE of the area. When you arrive use the Code Name “Shangri La”. Should you encounter agent Tibbetts, DO NOT Follow him. We suspect he may be a double agent. We want to avoid Surprises at all costs. “The Protector” is a known associate of Blofeld. He is to be avoided.
Our heat sensors have located evidence of where Bond might be held prisoner. The approximate location is N 47 32.225 and W 122 05.208.
When you see the wreckage where James’ car was Left, don’t be stumped. Six feet to the South in a Fern Bar is a good place to hide out until the coast is clear.
Once you make contact, be discreet. Keep everything undercover. For your eyes only!
Amanda Hugginkiss (that’s my Bond Girl Alias…you probably know me as Amanda from Seattle)
alive and well as of 8/29/08
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